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Rest in peace Morgan Spurlock and let us never forget that Super Size Me was an extremely poorly made and completely unscientific documentary that shouldn't be celebrated
Fucking you in missionary, vigorously pounding into your needy pussy while I tightly hold your jaw in place forcing you to look into my eyes. Each thrust getting rougher than the last, your eyes start to swell with tears, you cry out that I’m too big for you, that I’m hurting you. Your tears and cries drive me insane, I can’t even control my urges anymore. I aggressively pin you down, using all of my strength against you and violently fuck your little hole while apologizing the whole time, “I’m so sorry angel, I just can’t help myself, you’re so pretty even when you cry baby.” Tenderly holding your chin up while I make a mess of your pussy, making you cum uncontrollably on my cock until I see your brain break, watching you go numb and becoming my perfect little toy
❝ LET ME TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE ❞
# prompt :
thinking about riding bokuto's abs. - 💫
# contains :
established relationship, f!reader, dubious consent (reader is drunk), alcohol, shy!reader, daddy kink, sort-of dry humping, tiny bit of humiliation kink, oral (f!receiving). partially edited.
# note :
this is the most inspired i’ve been in a while so thank you, my dearest star babie, for sharing this concept with me! i hope i did it justice <3
# word count : 982 words.
all bokuto ever wanted was to give you anything you could ever want… and more.
he’d give you the world on a silver platter if you asked him to. but with his msby schedule keeping him booked solid for weeks at a time, it’s so hard to find time to spend together. you know he’d be more than willing to take a day off to be with you, to spoil you rotten and indulge you in any fantasy you might conjure up in your head, but it takes more than a little liquid courage to finally give you the strength to ask.
bokuto mumbles a quick apology as you pull him away from whatever sponsor he was talking to, weaving through the crowd of equally drunk party goers, leading him to the bedrooms hidden away on the second floor. once he realizes what's happening he wraps a strong arm around your waist to keep you upright as you climb the stairs, holding you flush against the thin fabric of his shirt.
fuck.
it’s like you can feel every muscle flex— his biceps across your back, abs against your hands, firm pecs against your soft tits— which only makes the throbbing between your legs worse.
when you finally stumble your way into what you're sure is his room, bokuto all but pulls you on top of him, warm hands resting on your waist, gentle but firm. once your eyes refocus, you realize he’s looking up at you like a lovesick puppy with hearts in eyes.
“what is it, baby?” he asks.
you feel the room start to spin but bokuto slips his hands under the fabric of your dress, keeping you grounded with his touch alone. you’re unsure and a little embarrassed of your request, but his presence soothes your worries, allowing you to finally utter the question that’s been running through your mind for weeks.
“can we.. can i try something?”
he almost melts. you're like an angel, sitting on top of him as you fidget with your fingers.
“i’ll stop right away if you don’t like it, i promise! and-and it’s okay if you don’t want to-”
“go ‘head and try whatever you want, baby,” bokuto cuts off your nervous babbles, moving his hands from your hips down to your thighs. “daddy’s all yours, sweet girl.”
the way your eyes light up makes bokuto’s cock twitch but you’ve already lifted your hips up, pushing his shirt up to his chin. he holds it in place with one hand, the other resting on your upper thigh. you lift your dress, giving bokuto a clear view of the way your panties stick to your soaked pussy, outlining your folds perfectly.
he’s always amazed at how worked up you get when you’re intoxicated, and this time is no exception. there’s a translucent string of arousal dripping from your drenched panties down to the exposed skin on his abdomen. before he’s able to ask if there’s anything you want him to do, you grind your hips down, throbbing clit gliding across every indent on his abdomen and you're powerless to stop a whiny gasp from leaving your lips. you expected it to feel good, sure, but not this good.
bokuto takes his shirt between his teeth, freeing both of his hands so he can grab your hips and guide your movements, already addicted to the way your messy, panty-clad cunt feels against his hot skin.
"oh, fuck-!" you cry out, letting yourself succumb to the shocks of pleasure rippling through your body. "thank you daddy, thank you, f-feels so good-!"
"yeah?" bokuto moans, calloused hands digging deeper into your plush skin. "fuckin' love watching you grind against me, 's driving me crazy"
you nod in quick succession, hands reaching up to your tits, pushing them together and pulling at your pebbled nipples.
"good girl baby, fuck-" he praises, eyes focused on your cute lil scrunched up face.
"daddy 'm close-!" you whine, too far gone to be embarrassed at how quick you are to fall apart.
"aw baby, already?" he feigns disappointment, the mocking tone pushing you right to the edge–
in one fluid motion, bokuto yanks your panties to the side and pulls you forward, burying his face in your cunt. he latches on to your swollen clit while his tongue teases your slit, causing your thighs to shake and your toes to curl as a mind numbing orgasm crashes over you. it feels like every nerve in your body is firing at once, sending wave after wave of pleasure to every part of your being.
bokuto guides you through it all– holding you upright until he feels your muscles give out, then shifting his position to lay you next to him on the bed, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers. your eyelids flutter closed as he pulls you into his arms, gently massaging your muscles to relieve some of the pent up tension until he's confident you won't wake up with a horrible cramp. the last thing he wants is for this to be an unsavory memory for you, especially because he's already imagining how good your naked cunt will feel against his skin.
his cock is throbbing, a dark wet patch surrounding the area where his slit has been drooling precum. he ponders sneaking away to jerk off in the bathroom but decides against it, remembering how grumpy you get when you don’t get to watch.
he chooses to wait until you’re in a deeper sleep before getting up, not wanting to disturb you. he glances around, searching for a pair of sweats he can throw on when he realizes that you two did not, in fact, make it to his bedroom.
no, the collection of plushies and souvenirs in the corner of the room display the number 13 instead of 12.
he'll have to apologize to atsumu later.
I made I mistake i fucked up fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUUUUUUUCK!!
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